A Distorted Tale #byL
“I’mma wear this on my wedding day.”
I never respond to that. I always find it ridiculous to have women only deserve to be the prettiest on her wedding day.
Who wrote that rule?
Some bunch of people who believe that will be the last time a woman can look beautiful, because after, she’ll be drown in housework and domesticated?
Some bunch of bullshits who state women rather stay silently in a toxic relationship, with a man who always have a choice unlike hers?
Some bunch of devout who state that divorce is against God’s will, but domestic abuse is His?
What about the day she got her first job in the world where she told couldn’t?
What about the day she walked away from a toxic, shitty family and spouse?
What about the day when she finally got to confront those bullies, those abusers?
What about the day she is being the first female Prime Minister whilst nurturing for a newborn?
What about the day she finally stop being identified as Mrs.X or X’s wife?
“You don’t understand the joy of being married until you suddenly crave for it, after seeing everyone.”
No, thank you.
Although I have always been familiarized with where it goes. Seclusion.
To be born with a vagina and a womb means to be a woman. To be a woman in a realm where my choice is determined by my genitalia (for general people, gender), means being grouped into those with the same genitalia. Of course, in this particular group, you are required to commune.
You grow with them. You think like them. You crave for their acceptance.
If they are to be married, you need to desire that one same thing.
“No” means out of the league. Supposed you are out of that league, you are outcast-ed. So in the hindsight, the choice will always either “adapting” or “not fitting in.”
Still, as the person who never succumb, I decide to neither. I leave, run, faster, better, stronger, in a realm of my own.
So my body and trained consciousness is stuck in this one, whilst my freedom and absolute self lies beyond this.
“I’mma wearing this beauty on my wedding day.”
I smiled, and answered my version, silently, on the inside, “I’mma rock it, the day I took over the world.”
Different is good. Different is controversial. Different is full of drama.
….. I like drama. Beside, aren’t we all?
Prominent Queen est. 1995 